Dream lover

This is the point in which the readership, already hovering at nil, potentially dives into the magical world of negative, maybe even imaginary, numbers.

Dream 1: I spend hours in a deli jammed into an exurban plaza. Here I spend an hour (both in real and dream time) trying to decide what to eat. Everything looks too dry, too unhealthy, etc. In short, I lose my appetite. Figures from high school drift in and out.

Dream 2: Takes place in a combination diner/museum gift shop/record store. The main thing you need to know is that I purchase a record for $9, which is (I deduce) by the group Social Distortion. The album and song titles are all very long—complete sentences.